1. |
Spit
02:51
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I'm broke at the bar
stealing beers off the counter
chewing smoke that feels noxious
cough because I feel sick
but I'm not that embarrassed
inhibitions are lower
but I'm starting to wonder
if my head is too thick
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
I can feel the bite
of the razor's edge
cuts a subtle slice
keeps me off the ledge
with a sense of control
where I feel adept
and the warmth spills out
trickles off of my head
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
How many times?
How many times do I have to say it?
Gotta drill it into your head
drill it into your head
cause I'm not finished,
and I'll never be finished 'til I've finished you
fuck off or I'll rip you in two.
How many times?
How many times do I have to say it?
Gotta drill it into your head
drill it into your head
cause I'm not finished,
and I'll never be finished 'til I've finished you
fuck off or I'll rip you in two.
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
Here I go again
cause you're fucking worthless
here I go again
they don't give a shit
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2. |
Brain Damage
03:04
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A million miles, million miles to go
digging through tonnes of ash and snow
submerged too deep in my brain fluid
somewhere down in there, man
I wanna do it.
Stick an ice pick right up to my head
cause either way I'm gonna wind up dead.
The pain's increasing, I'm forgetting in shame
trigger a hemorrhage inside of my brain
2x Chorus:
I'm bleeding out
feel the pressure subsiding
the pain is making me shout
but it's so much better
than the headache I was fighting
Drill into my head
An ever creeping black oil in your veins
you're always questioning whether you're sane.
Tunnel straight through a quarter inch of bone
tar in your head, man, you never would have known.
We'll run a steel cable up through my spine
and when it hits my brain stem I'll feel fine.
I'll see refractions like shards of crystal
or maybe skip all this, shoot up with a pistol
[Chorus]
[Bentai's guitar solo]
Stick an ice pick right up to my head
cause either way I'm gonna wind up dead.
The pain's increasing, I'm forgetting in shame
trigger a hemorrhage inside of my brain
[Chorus]
Drill into my head
Drill into my head
Drill into my head
Drill into my head
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3. |
Intruder
02:25
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Take a hit
before you get to work
man, i get it,
otherwise the day
drags on and on forever
and you might feel hungover
and you might still feel high
and you can only hope
you still feel okay
by the time you close that night
Ring it up,
and you fake laugh like a pro
even though it means
the same annoying shit
comes through the door
my return, check me out
buy my shit.
it doesn't matter if it's pissed on
we still buy it.
It doesn't mean that I don't like it, I do
I just get really sick and tired
of getting paid to cater to you
and I could spend a million years
just working here
people do it all the time,
that's how they got to where they are.
push it down, and turn it till it opens
and you're pouring four more out
because they keep you relaxed.
It's alright until your stomach starts to hurt
and you've fallen down
Your boss says you're in trouble
wasted time on your plastic crown
It doesn't mean that I don't like it, I do
I just get really sick and tired
of getting paid to cater to you
and I could spend a million years
just working here
people do it all the time,
that's how they got to where they are.
It doesn't mean that I don't like it, I do
I just get really sick and tired
of getting paid to cater to you
and I could spend a million years
just working here
people do it all the time,
that's how they got to where they are.
Burnt out and it doesn't even matter
Just another fucking burnout
at another dead-end job.
Burnt out and it doesn't even matter
Just another fucking burnout
at another dead-end job.
It doesn't mean that I don't like it, I do
I just get really sick and tired
of getting paid to cater to you
and I could spend a million years
just working here
people do it all the time,
that's how they got to where they are.
It doesn't mean that I don't like it, I do
I just get really sick and tired
of getting paid to cater to you
and I could spend a million years
just working here
people do it all the time,
that's how they got to where they are.
New management
and it's me
new management
and it's a deadbeat.
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4. |
Dynamo/Velvet or Venom
03:24
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To be honest
I don't care if you feel like shit
if I'm telling the truth
I really, kinda, sorta like it
it's symbolic I guess
I'm not wearing a disguise
I'm a lunatic, call me crazy
I can see through you lies
Dynamo, a fucking dynamo
You're a fucking dynamo
dynamo, a fucking dynamo
you're a fucking dynamo.
Welcome back,
while you were sliding across the pavement
I grabbed your things,
I put them in a pile
and burnt them all up to smithereens
I know you mind,
but I don't care, I'd do it again,
that's what happens
when you're messing with the Captain.
Dynamo, a fucking dynamo
now I'm a fucking dynamo.
Dynamo, a fucking dynamo
Now I'm a fucking dynamo.
Dynamo, a fucking dynamo
now I'm a fucking dynamo.
Dynamo, a fucking dynamo
Now I'm a fucking dynamo.
Hey, thanks for saving my life!
Million times I wanna thank you
I wanna tell you just how much
I really appreciate you
if you wanna hang out
or sit in my car, you're welcome
just wanna know if your kisses
are made of velvet or venom.
Velvet or Venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
Oh my god, my head fucking hurts
and it will until I light you on fire
you're the fucking worst.
If I could gouge out my eyes
it might relieve some tension
I only hope it won't
get in the way of our friendship
Velvet or venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
Velvet or venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
velvet or venom
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